What happens when we don't have our kids


Chris and I attended a friend's wedding over Labor Day weekend at Tower Grove Park. Fall is my favorite season and I'm perpetually out-of-doors, so the fact that the wedding and reception were outside was icing on the proverbial cake. I had my first carriage ride; I've lived in St. Louis my whole life and never once rode any of the carriages.
I stuffed my face beside none other than the mistress of retro fashion herself, Annamarie von Firley (also Doug's sister). If you read Bust you'd recognize her; she was written up a couple months ago.

After a few glasses of wine our friend Jay, whose band The Pedestrians played the reception, somehow convinced me to do bgv's on their cover of "Stepping Stone." Chris took video on his Treo and I'm doing everything in my power to prevent him from secretly uploading it to YouTube. SHUT UP. You will not see it. Absent were the traditional, kooky reception music and in their stead we cut a rug to songs from the Cure, the Clash, etc. I'll take awesome 80s bands that start with "C," Alex.

Our friends had one of the coolest novelties I've ever seen at a wedding; they rented a photo booth and offered free photos to their guests, one strip for the guests to keep and one for the bride and groom. Needless to say, the photos grew insane, but decorous still, over the course of the evening. At one point Annamarie employed her trapeze skills and attempted to perch herself at the top of the frame.

What follows below is evidence that Chris and I would have been lovely guests at the Mad Hatter's tea party.


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